He hadn't been back in nearly a month, but everything was just as he had left it. A few servant disciples kept the place neat and tidy.
Zhang Deming grabbed a bite to eat, then ignored everything else, went straight to his room, flopped onto the bed, and fell asleep.
Over the past year, this had become the place where Zhang Deming felt safest.
Moments later, Zhang Deming was fast asleep.
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The next morning, Zhang Deming got up, washed, and practiced his swordplay for a while. After eating breakfast, he waited for someone to arrive.
But Zhang Deming waited for the better part of the morning, and the expected visit never came. No one from the Inner Sect showed up.
After a moment of thought, he figured out the likely reason. 'The combat in the back mountains probably isn't over. A battle involving a Three Talents Great Cultivator won't likely end in just a day or two.'
